"𝐉𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞" I whisper against her lips, only needing to shift an inch to press my lips against hers. Her eyes peek up at me and she portrays a delicate smile at me "What'd you say?" I wish for you to be mine. "Birthday wishes aren't meant to be spoken out loud or they won't become true pretty girl" I mumble - ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄- Sunshine with a heart of pure gold, she spends her days running her family's café/bookstore, forever enchanted by the aroma of aged pages and freshly brewed coffee. But lately, another scent lingers with her just as strongly-the trace of his cologne whenever he comes in for his usual. He shows up four times a week, always at the same hour, never offering more than his order. And now, she's made it her quiet mission: to draw him into conversation, and maybe, just maybe, make him more than just a customer ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄-He was known for his reputation and feared for his precision, a presence that carried weight in every corner of the room. As the grandson of Guillaume Orville, he led the Obsidian 7, a crew that moved through Brooklyn like the city itself belonged to them. Ferocious, calculated, untouchable-everyone knew the Orvilles didn't miss. Yet, despite all that power, his gaze kept returning to a cafe employee, a quiet anomaly in a world where no one would expect the heir of a mob dynasty to take notice of something so... ordinary.

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.